This is a guest piece courtesy of Cindy (@ice_mutt on Twitter).
The sun shines down, memories of death fading…
I check my belt; two wands, one potion.
Behind me, hills.
Ahead of me, a tall mountain, unsurpassable without falling into the gaping mouth of the cave.
I enter a ruined mine. Monsters abound. I proceed with caution.
Not cautious enough. I am seen, I stumble, I fall through a pool of oil. I attempt to flee and slide, I feel I am ahead, away from the monster. But a lamplight falls, I ignite.
The rain falls heavily, memories of death fading…

I check my belt; two wands, one potion.
I rush, I run, I float, I aim, I dodge. To the bottom. The bottom of the mine. This must be the way out.
A door, a place to rest. More wands? More spells? They require gold. I recall the gold on each of my adversaries deaths.
But a gift, it does not require gold. I consider. I choose.
I move on. Another drop, I stand at the edge, but the rumbling of the earth causes me to drop.
I find the ground, I try to orient myself. Shock, I explode.

The ground feels warm, like a new spring.
I check my belt; two wands, one potion.
I rush, cautiously. I aim my shots, I scoop the gold, and jump the magma.
I reach the door. Gold jingling.
A new spell.
A new gift.
I continue.
I rush, cautiously. I aim my shots, I scoop the gold, and dodge the toxic splatter.
I reach the door. Gold jingling.
A new spell.
A new gift.
I am careless… a simple misstep. I have been found by too many.

The night air feels cool, memories of death fading…
I check my belt; two wands, one potion. Did I make these?
Behind me: a crate. Curious, I aim a spell.
The crate explodes, enchanted fireworks abound, ground splintering and disintegrating everything in its wake. I slip on the edge of the newly formed crater and fall alongside it.
I float myself away from the crate, but not quickly enough.
The brilliant colors of a cursed explosive fire through me.
The snow falls softly, memories of death fading…
I check my belt; two wands, one potion.
